Tiredness and Alcohol are a Dangerous Combination

"What a pompoussh prig I've been, Bob," she slurred. "You're a great guy."

Robert smiled. He had known all along that she liked him really. He had been right in thinking that there was no need to use a wish on her, in contrast to Fred.

"I sheem to be rather over-dresshed for thish party," Astra observed, looking at the bikini-clad hotties. "It'sh rather warm in here too. An' I've a better body than any of 'em. I'll prove it to you."

She got up from Robert's lap, swaying a little, took off her shoes and then peeled off her dress, leaving her in her underthings. She tossed the gown into the corner of the room and settled back in his lap.

The next morning, Astra woke with a pounding headache. She was lying on a couch rather than in her bed. There was no sign of Robert, Fred or the hotties, but the trashed state of the room left no doubt that she hadn't imagined the party. What could she have been thinking of, canoodling with the odious Robert like that? She could remember taking her dress off, but nothing after that. She only hoped that she hadn't done anything to really disgrace herself.

1. Robert, Fred and the hotties return with breakfast, which they have stolen from the palace kitchens. The sight of so much fried food makes Astra want to throw up.
2. Robert, Fred and the hotties seem to have vanished without trace. Astra soon realises that a few of her most valuable possessions are missing.
3. Robert, Fred and the hotties seem to have vanished without trace. A few weeks later, Astra misses her period and fears the worst. Soon there is no doubt: she is pregnant!

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